| The old guitar picker had run out of liquor
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| So I sat down beside him and bought him a drink
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| Then I bought him another and finally some color
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| Returned to his cheeks and he said with a wink
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| «Son, I worked with your daddy, I knew Ernest and ol' Lefty
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| I played on the Oprey back when it was strong
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| But it’s show-biz you know, sometimes it gets slow
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| So buy me another and I’ll sing you a song»
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| «Be careful who you love, for love can be untrue
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| Be careful who you love, be sure she loves you too»
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| Well, you like it, I see and that’s real pleasin' to me
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| 'Cause Bocephus, I’ve wrote hundreds and some you know well
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| I wrote and sold 'em, they bought 'em and stoled 'em
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| But paper is cheap, why they’re just tunes, what the heck
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| Then he tried to sell me the song he’d just song me
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| I told him that song is a piece of your soul
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| «Keep your song, here’s some money», said Hank Jr
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| «Bless you, son»
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| And I heard him singin' as I walked out the door
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| He said, «Now Hank remember»
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| «Be careful who you love, for love can be untrue
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| Be careful who you love, be sure she loves you too»
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| Well, that was about a year ago and now friends wouldn’t ya know
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| The songs a big hit, some superstar claims he wrote
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| He sings it and grins and the money rolls in
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| It’s a wonder the words don’t stick in his throat
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| Now I think of that writer, his name was Arthur and I often wonder
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| Just how many hit songs he sold in his time
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| And how many men take the gift that God gave 'em
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| And throw it away for the pretty red wine, quite a few
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| Be careful who you love, for love can be untrue
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| Be careful who you love, be sure she loves you too |